Thorns

Filled with disgrace

And strong feelings of self hate

You realize the price

Your freedom for another’s sake

So desperate to feel free

You take on the role

The role you were undeniably

Meant to be

The mask you put on to be free

Fake and unable to be yourself

You wander endlessly

But you see

Every perfect rose

Has its thorns it seems

Author Notes: I’m aware the punctuation is not correct, but I feel it’s has more of an affect on the reader this way.

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